Every so often I have a peek at the kind of life that I want to lead. Sometimes this is through the blogs I read, fellow Mainer Amanda Soule for one, sometimes it is through a good book and sometimes (most often) it is through perfect moments in my own life that crop up when I'm least expecting it.
So I present to you Monday night.
Having read The Tiger who came to Tea Toby is safely tucked up in bed with his Panda bear. I have shortbread cooking in the oven, cauliflower soup has been digested and the wood stove is blazing. The laundry is hung up to dry in my kitchen and we sit down to a boardgame with Husby's sister. Her pooch asleep by the stove and a cup of hot honey and lemon to ease my sore throat, we play. The laundry room (aka the basement) is humming away and the dishwasher waits to begin. I contemplate a bag of knitting by my side waiting to grow into a beautiful blanket and think that I am very blessed.
There may be many things I would change in our lives if I could but every so often that perfect life just happens in on us unawares.
It's a funny old life.